Thoughts, dreams, short stories and poetry of a half witty mind

By Ross Haines

It is my first love of creativity within my mind. My family entertained themselves in many ways every Sunday afternoon. When I was young, we regularly had competitions between the five of us. All had talent by singing, dancing and recitals of plays or poetry. I myself followed Shakespeare sonnets, and a wide range of stage plays by the great wri

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stratton Press
• Release date: Oct 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781648956188

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Volume 1

A Moment of Silence

A young Couple Alone

Dream of Reality

Hope for a child

I’ve seen a Friend

Man from the East

People Who Care

Lady in Green

Reflection of Love

Six Tall Men

Tears of Life

The Controllers

The Man in a Painting

The Ones History Never Forgets

The User

Three Brothers

The moment in time

The visitor

The Sound of a New Day

The Old Lady

The Farmer

The Big Drip

Stranger in this Office

Seven Days in a Life

Rains of Doubt

My Love is for you

Lady of the Night

In the words I write

I wish I could

Forest of Green

Butterflies are Free

Poem is

A Moment of Silence

Oh, how I long for a moment of silence!

To hear no sound of industries, that work twenty-four hours a day. Traffic of cars, trucks and buses on my streets, oh to hear no sound, This would be nice. I do long for this moment to hear no sound. Men shouting and swearing, while walking down the streets, Or children playing in parks while their mother’s settle on park benches.

Oh how I long for a moment of silence!

While the night falls across the city; comes the reality of babies crying for lack of love and of shouts between husbands and wives.

Oh how I long for a moment of silence!

Laughter from one’s own mind; echoes the silence in my corner of doubt. For a moment of silence, I feel no joy or pity.

A Young Couple Alone

When joined by love, and the common good of a relationship. We must grow like a deep rooted tree. The foundation must work together to dig deep into the toil of daily life. One moment of sexual pleasure does not make a day. That will last a life time. To fill their hopes and dreams to make something special for a young couple alone,

They struggle to exist in this modern world; given onto pressures from late and unpaid bills, to a surprise visitor be it the dreaded mother in law or a newborn. They must adjust to the circumstance that pops out to challenge their resolves. To fill their hopes and dreams to make something special for a young Couple Alone,

Whatever they make, must be given back to society. In this young couple, are the dreams of having children and a house of their own. The many steps and stages of life through the unknown future, But they are only dreams, not reality of our world that hold no promises. To fill their hopes and dreams to make something special for young Couple Alone,

Dream of Reality

On a cold winter night, I heard a loud voice crying for help. In the distance came the sounds of a siren and a whistle, which came closer and closer. As I awoke, I saw smoke and fire coming out from a gracious building.

My mind could not believe what my eyes saw and as the building burned and firemen were fighting to save it, I looked down and saw three groups of people.

One group was cheering, laughing and shouting ‘‘Burn you false hope burn you betrayer of dreams.’’ We shall build a new vision under our control. Yes raise our glasses and drink to ember ashes. They dance to crackle and deep rumbles with in its heart. I curse them away, from my mind denying their taunts.

I turned away and was swept with another group of people yelling at each other, blaming the fire on each other’s carelessness saying ‘‘It’s neither your fault nor mine.’’ I stay under a paper house. Have your eyes look away with a bottle of scotch and a burning cigar. They curse and struck each other violently dropping to the ground in pain and agony. I plead to stop this self destruction. Upon the living flesh, I cover my ears and shut my eyes,

I turn away once more and stood minuet of stone faces. They quietly watched the burning building with sad-looking faces and empty eyes pale and ghostly veil. A loud voice came out shouting, ‘‘Get back, and get back. It is going to blow.’’ With a large roar from the fire, the roof and outside frame collapsed into rubble. Send billowing smoke, poisoning the air all around me. My mind wanted to live and breath fresh air, I went from the crowd in shame wanting to help but felt helpless.

I jumped out of the way, choking and gasping for air. Cool hand soft and tender comforts my trouble. "Be still my loving mate it is just a dream’ kissing the deep frowns of my forehead. I moved to the window quickly and realized it was a dream. However the smell of ash and smoke taste is strong. Her strength renew me for another day

I got ready to go to work as usual, kissed my wife goodbye and left. When I arrived at work, I found my dream there. It was the place where I worked that was in rubbles, charred and burning debris. I gasp and choke with tears. It was a Dream of Reality.

Hope for a child

Woman who sits alone in an empty office nervously waiting to hear what is wrong with her body. While doctor’s rush about their daily work among the patients of the day. Show for their empathy to anxious young woman. With indiff erence of a casual cold stare.

He rubs the unshaven chin, while humming a tune to his own pleasure. He looks at the tests trying to determine if there is anything to proclaim. While her only Hopes for a child to fill her life’s completion of womanhood. From the seconds that tic in her mind she regards them as tiny feet running across her hearts.

The day comes for the final test, which could go either way. The woman fidgets with figures with a slight fear. Not knowing what could happen to their chance of hope for a child. In her heart come mixed emotions, which she keeps to herself. For only a woman knows her body, and secrets desires of the unknown future.

From her husband; he gives her a kiss on her forehead and a silent prayer. He watches her enter the office alone. She is taken to hear the news. This will determine her life’s direction and future hope for a child.

I’ve seen a Friend

I’ve seen a friend today who came to say hello. As he talked mile a minute about the dos and don’t of every day life. It came to me that my friend doubts about his future. In addition the commitment that is requires being swinger. To be part of the show and tell like me. But lacked the knowledge; and confidence is clearly shown.

I’ve seen a friend today his words were long with a demand to be his own boss but hated the pressure of being some ones fantasy. He talked on and on, which surprise me greatly. It seemed to me he had to much detail with no action n his body. I wonder did me that the poor fellow had lost interest in the party life of a gigolo.

I’ve seen a friend today and who begs and cries of wanting to start in something else. That something new should inspire him, with words and out stretch arms in hopes that may grasp tightly in his hands. He pleads and whimpers. His doubts are common because when you are young you can do what is in your heart.

I’ve seen a friend today who doubts himself and only wants someone to listen to his problems. While I listened, I laughed to myself and realised that he is not the only one who questions and doubts what he is doing in his life. So, with my hand raise to silences the talkative man. His eyes budged in surprise while his jaw drops down to his chest.

"Friend you came with doubts and fears, you are a man of quality and well measure to fit a ladies dream in time. Everyday learn something new and pass it on to your next friend you see today. Seize this moment and in brace the passions of your most desires. In life it is the little steps that make you a giant among you peers.

Tell all this family that I’ve seen a friend lost to his fantasy. I know in time he shall fade like all life in time and memories.

Man from the East

There was a man from the East who did his best, at least he thought. He worked long hours to show his worth to that entire circle in his life. The daily drudges never satisfied him. This man from the East.

When the great feast was on he said I will go West to show you’ I will go west to show who the best is.’’ Therefore, they packed up with his wife, the love of his life. Went forth, hand and hand. This man from the East.

They seek their new star. He travels far, knowing as he went that to do his best in the West. With great joy in his heart and song from his lips a merrily they went this man from the East.

People Who Care

People, who care, first show warmly manners to your present needs. They show interest in you by praising your work. Tell silly jokes to ease your mind.

I laugh with them to flow with the game; I need their support to press for change. These People, that taps my back and express they care. They make you feel wanted.

These people, who care, make you feel wanted. Promote team efforts for the whole good of all that must be shared. When the time comes for help they are not around. I speak from my heart to please these people, who care. Mind thoughts are open with new or improve ideas. Then I see the superficial image they all betray.

These people, who care, Money is their motivation, power they need to live over others. Greed is hidden deep within their spirits. They will never invite you to their homes, or break bread with you.

Once an error is made you are the outcast from the people who cares.

Lady in Green

I walked down a busy street soaking the atmosphere of the cafes and bars. I shop around like a hunter that wants is adventure. There by the light of a Chinese lantern Lady in Green steps out onto a busy street. Her beauty blocks all others that fade from my mind, this lady in green.

She walks slow and feline as her hips swing like a coming storm. I found my self gasping for air as my eyes never blink once. She stops and Stand on the street corner. Her hair glistening and sparkle in the dark street, oh with her eyes blue as the sky this lady in green beckons me with a flick of her wrist.

My Mind presses to make a move that my eyes gave a wants of lust. This triggers my biological desires. I had to admit she is so pretty and fine. I said to myself, ‘I must have this night.’ I circle around to a flower shop found a flower to fit the colour of her dress this lady in green.

When, I walked past her with presumption of my off er and gifts, in a surprise of gallantry and flare. I step down on one knee to kiss her hand with politeness and respect. She flutter her eyes broke in warming smiles this lady in green.

She learned towards me, the smell of wild fragrances fill my lungs, raising me above the sounds of the street. Her lips part her while breath runs down my neck, as she whispers. Would you want to buy some Maryjane? I said No, and walked away in disquiet from the Lady in Green.

Reflection of Love

One morning I awoke from a dreamless night. My eyes flutter open to reach for her, across the soft satin sheets. Her warmth is felt nearby the haunting present of her fragrance. I breathe deeply to arouse myself, while our hands interlock. Soft is her touch; smooth is her flesh as it presses against my body.

The one I love, my hand searched for her face, and gently stroked her hair. Her eyes slowly opened, smile a wanting pleasure. Blue green reflected our love for each other.

You are my sea come let us embrace our passion. She smiles slowly and moves closer. With soft caresses with her arms that wrap around my natural form, her hand brushes, down my spine. Her lips press closer for a kiss of my brows then my eyes and cheeks to whisper a haunting invite.

You are my sky; let us enjoy our Reflection of love. Our time for passion is now. Her hand gently touched and caresses the tree of life as it plays deep in the warm seas of green under the bright blue sky. She smiles and moans of great pleasure we have done together. I could see our reflection of love within our very souls.

Six Tall Men

One dark and gloomy day, I was walking down a narrow pathway. The winds swirl around my feet. I work my way through a concrete jungle. It leads to a darken house, with strange sentinels standing tall and foreboding. It chills my heart that giving warnings to stay away. I stood at its gates thinking I should go back. Out of the corners of my eyes appear large metal creatures that block my escape. They were growling and thumping the ground so that dust and dirt came up to my face, which left an awful taste in my mouth. I angrily growl like a trapped animal.

So then, I turned my head back to the dark house and there came a stream of light, and a voice from the house said, ‘‘Come in, warm yourself by our fire.’’ I moved forward through the gateway as if going through another time. All noise stopped to eerie silence. There was no sound anywhere as I walked up steps; even my feet were quiet, leading to the door.

‘‘Come in, warm yourself. Come in, warm your heart. Come in, warm your spirit. Come in bring us your true self.’’ As I entered the hallway, my clothes turned white from the shining lights and there stood six tall men in a large room. In this room, in every corner, on the floor and ceiling were sparkling diamonds that were so bright, they were almost hurting my eyes. One of the tall men came to me and said:

‘‘Come in, sit by our fire and warm yourself.’’ As I sat, I looked at the six men one by one. The first one was looking at a book and expressing dissatisfaction in it. I said, ‘‘what are you reading to give you that expression?’’ He turned to me and said one word, ‘‘you!’’

The second tall man leaned towards me, gave a foolish grin and shook his head. This startled me. My heart shook with fear and as I looked at the third man, his lips were moving and he wore an empty look on his face. The sentence hit my brain like a ton of bricks. He asked about my true self. Before I could answer the fourth leaned forward with anger in his eyes that burned right through me. I stiff ened under his strange stare.

The fifth tall man with black eyes came to ask that same question, ‘‘Come and show us your true self.’’ With rage and anger in me, I stood up and said to them ‘‘I am what I am! I am looking for peace inside myself.’’

The sixth tall man said to me, ‘‘Thank you for coming to show us your true self, good bye.’ On that word, I found myself at the gate facing the pathway through the concrete jungle. All of a sudden a question came to my mind and gave a chill through my bones. Who are those six tall men?

No came answer to mind, being judge and measures from an unknown beings. Only angers me and fills my heart with doubts. Did I real show what I am this is all that I am to these six tall men.

Suddenly a flash of light engulfs me, with crack of thunder echo all around my mind. I jolt up lost and stun alone is I on this gloomy day. I wonder thoughtfully, what if I am more than what is written words then what is truly in my mind, body and soul. Six tall men cannot measure by any yard stick.

Tears of Life

When we are born we cry to grasp our first breaths that bring us onto this world called earth. Live in the smallest corner among the concrete jungle. Time ticks slowly. We learn to cry for food when our stomach is empty and mother fills us with her love and understanding care. Our first lessons of our tears of life although, this lack of nourishment.

We cry for knowledge. Our parents freely give their mistrust of others. Society gives us teachers that instil basic rules of discipline. When, we are ready to learn about life and its despair and destruction that our ancestors have fuelled the tears of life.

We cry for love and acceptance of our peers. Understanding of our world around us, as we search for our mate with matching dislikes. This is captured by the age of electronics from our fellow beings who may abandon us. Our tears may one day overfill the ocean from the way we treat each other with hate, anger and violence.

The tears of life is part of our emotions and are always going like a see-saw because we cry for joy, sorrow, anger, hate, loneliness. Our feelings are the same, which is why we must cry almost all our lives so that our tears will show us the path to follow in this world called earth. With fleeting hope, that we may all cry out enough to let peace stand for all.

The Controllers

There was this worker name Freddy, who thought he had control of his life. Fickle mind most of his life, never ventured from his parents lessons. While, he watched his sisters and brothers falter in their ways of our basic life’s journey.

Freddy is a man, who is ready to jump at any request of his boss and co-workers. He thinks that being a step ahead is the way to control his space around his circle of life.

Freddy’s blank look on his face and words he would say to friends always came out good. He could do anything and make his own decisions on anything. He was smug as a bug in his job.

He controlled the board that could fire and hire the ones he wanted. He had control all the time; he was the leader of his group. His boss never questioned his decision. Until, dark-haired men appeared over his shoulders, to challenge Freddy’s space.

He announced in a deep voice ‘‘Now, I am the new controller.’’ Freddy is shaken by these words, growling like a wild beast. He fought back but he had loss everything. They turned to the new controller who always said one thing and did another. Trapped by his fickle ways like all those who think they control their fate is an illusion of the mind.

The Man in a Painting

Man in the painting sits alone, stone faced with empty eyes. He Looks out high above the place of honour and watches the world go by. With his self impressing smile, of a confident nature. He projects his disposition by the manner of his stiff ness in his shoulders. Nameless face for visitor that wanders by, all take a gander of his unique facial features.

Man in the painting. Many explain its rough flair and fixed expression High forehead gives the impression of a centurion warrior of Rome. His eyes flare of want and determination, with his back is exposing for all to see, thick muscles ripples down his back. Nameless man peaks the interest of visitors that wander by, all take a gander of his manliness.

Man in the painting. Visitor proclaims it carries the weigh of his first love tightly in his right hand a simple yellow wild flower. Many may think with uncertain proclaim that they knew, and knows more than the world is ready to off er. Nameless man peaks the interest of visitors that wander by, all take a closer look of this unknown flower.

Man in the painting seems to sit back holding a book of names in his left hand. This alone awakes your interest; beckons you to come closer. I wander with cautious steps its secrets or the name to see if odd scribble to read. Nameless man peaks the interest of visitors that wander by, all take a closer look at his book.

Man in the painting. But when I come closer to him He seems to lose his influence on me. The colours slightly fade, the deep stoke lines of the artist brush distorts the image, into a swirl of formless colours. Nameless man peaks the interest of visitors that wander by, all take a closer look. Who sits alone with a selfish smirk for it is a man alone in his self portrait.

The Ones History Never Forgets

In the history book, there are all these Great Men that should never be forgotten in the annals of time. They influence the ordinary people, while many try to annul them. These men changed the course of many a nation we follow today. But behind these men are their mothers, wives and lovers.

No history book shows their faith or how a woman encouraged them to do what was right. Mothers comforted them when they were not sure. Wives protected them of evil or pointed evil to stir a nation. They either pushed them for destruction or filled their hearts with love and understanding to create the benefits for all.

In the history book they may not have been quoted or asked their opinion on their son or husband. For history comes from present and present comes from future. They will always be great Men but now, there are some Great Ladies who will show and bring peaceful ways to this world of ours. My vote may not count; but go Hillary!

The User

The users are everyone, from the day we are born to the moment of our death. We are taught by parents, teachers and other children to use innocence to make us look smart. We learn things of violence from movies, TV, and games. Kill or be killed is the way of the order of things.

The users are everyone as society presses down on us. Our bosses use us to make them look good to the bank manager. The bank manager uses us to make him look good to his supervisor. That will in turn give him a better increase in pay.

The users are everyone; we let government use our pay to decrease our debts with other countries. So that we do not starve, they take from our pay leaving little. They take a piece of our income to use to pay their debts to businesses. They take from us and explain it to lower the money owed.

The users are everyone; they abuse us if we don’t stand in line to buy clothes, food, and entertainment is our lone escape. The many wish to escape this user world. For only a few are allowed to be the big user. In this user world there is no escape, but six feet under.

Three Brothers

As they grew up with eyes wide open to their loving mother and needs of father, letting them decide for needs of their childhood life. Parents hope that these three sons would learn how to face this uncertain world that is in front of them. Their years go by quickly. Each seems to find their path and is ready to stand on their own. They leaving good past years behind; leaving their childhood dreams, to face reality.

Three brothers walk together; each one chooses his way to reach his goals in life. Each one takes his own pathway to reach his goals. The oldest takes the quickest way. He enjoys only the good life, keeps to his childhood dreams and runs away from reality. Take his life and others around him to a quick end. He runs away from lenders when debts crush his spirit. He goes in hiding to the far north. To start all over again, never surrenders his childhood and dreams, never returns to the real world.

Three brothers walk together, each one chooses his way to reach his goals in life; each one takes his own path and way to reach his goals. The middle one takes his way by choosing someone else to lead. He will never make a decision on his own. He chooses to have fun and frolic in the bedroom. His work becomes his turmoil, runs back his mother’s womb. He never ventures too far, for his reason in his mind that everything will come to him. He will not go to work for it, fight for it. All his words will do is stand at his pathway of life and wait, letting the years go by.

Three brothers walk together, each one chooses his way to reach his goals in life; each one takes his own path and way to reach his goals. The last one chooses the steep path using his dreams to fight for reality. By working hard, struggling through it day after day, trying to build his world around the one he loves. Until he too starts to fall and reality starts to choke him in his own dreams. But only his love keeps him sane, only his love keeps him fighting and only his love encourages him to keep climbing to the top of the mountain.

And when these three brothers walk together each one chooses his way to reach his goals in life; each one takes his own path and way to reach his goals. Through trial and error.

The moment in time

The moment in time messenger gallops across the countryside. Tall and handsome wavy dark hair, sharp eyes of blue. He stays vigil riding hard to the next castle. The man, who loves his work, encourages his steed storm maker to quicken his pace. "On ward